Once upon a moonless night, as fog concealed the harbor light, a ship of shadows crept ashore and loosed its heathen breath of war. Serpents writhed on shale and stone, and Satyr ruled the land alone, while the province slept and slumbered on unversed in modern Babylon. Hence, the ravaged shores you see, the blackened earth, the blasphemy, Let's leave this place with all Godspeed and pray our way he won't impede.
A Short History of War

Poetry! I like the shoreline aspects as well as the rhythm and rhyming. ππ
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Thanks Lasell!
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